The Boogeyman in My Bedroom

Last night, my home was invaded by a sinister creature. About thirty minutes after I’d gone to bed, my sleep was disturbed when the closet light flicked on. In a daze, I looked out into the dark room and saw a shadowy form walking toward my side of the bed. I was terrified. Not awake enough to scream for help, I began violently kicking my legs back and forth under my blankets. My hands formed fists and I thrashed at the air in attempt to thwart the unknown figure in my room. My head bounced from side to side as I hyperventilated in my bed.

Then it happened. The intruder was upon me. It was too late to get away.

In my panic, I heard the sound of a familiar laugh. What was going on? I was in danger but yet there was laughter. The assailant was sitting on the edge of the bed laughing up a storm. Wait just a minute here. This is no boogeyman. It’s just Casey coming to bed after his shower.
I woke up enough to laugh about my antics with Casey. He claims the whole routine is something I do pretty often. Poppycock, I’d never be so silly!

So friends, fair warning: if you wake me up in the middle of my slumber, you may face the full force of my fury (which may result in a good laugh).